Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.